The other night I went to the city with my parents. I left DJ in charge. Ed and him were going to play. Take a bath. Have supper. Go to bed. This is not a first. I didn't think twice about it when we left.
We went out to eat and then headed downtown. We weren't there long when I got a text from DJ saying Ed had thrown up. Hmm... well that's a first. I chuckled to myself since we're talking about the guy who threw up when he was cleaning up the dog's vomit while I was away on work.
He gave her a bath and she was playing around so he thought it was a one and done deal. Turns out it wasn't. There were a few more puking instances.
She fell asleep on him and was content until we got back and then I got in on the fun.
For someone so tiny, she sure can make a mess in a hurry. I don't think the washer or dryer got more than a five minute break yesterday from cleaning up the mess(es). I'm pretty sure at least half of DJ's shirts were in the laundry thanks to Ed.
I think it's safe to say we'll all be glad if we don't have a repeat for (at least) another eleven months.
She was back to her normal self in less than 24 hours. Destroying what is left of the house in her usual manner.
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